Broken flesh
Pale skin
Severed for you
Right to the end
(whispers through my veins)
Stare white in pain
Stark intentions
Raving thoughts
Come break my heart
(whispers through my hate)
One river
Of flying hate
All the things
You never did
(whispers through my pain)
Fighting wars
Perilously fake
Disappear
Old and torn
(“hate me for you”)
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